Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.

three prompts?I feel like a mad over-achiever if I use two, and rarely ever manage a good poem doing it. I like this one.(even though it makes me feel like charlie brown from the peanuts comic: my clouds never form beautiful images)

I keep thinking of the atmosphere itself as a door, and I love your metaphor of clouds as doors. There is a part of me that wishes I could simply free-float in space, amongst the stars. I guess only at the end of this lifetime, eh?

Simply beautiful, Gautami. I love to see what other peoples' poems open up within us. Glad to be back here. Been away too long.

(My partner's unrealistically optimistic grandmother, always sure that the NEXT thing WOULD work out, was described at her funeral by the family minister as having her feet firmly planted in mid-air. The insubstantial and unreliable bound-to-fail hope for the future did ground her in a way realism never could. Believing up front what would, in fact, happen later would have crushed her.)

I like the ambiguity of cloud doors. When the sky is clear, are the doors all open? or all closed? When it is most overcast, are the possibilities greater than when the sun is shining?

About Me

For someone who teaches mathematics, poetry comes easy. There are so many aspects about myself that are unknown even to me. Poetry is way to explore myself. Where it will lead me, I don't know. I don't want to know. I thrive on the unknown.